Medic!

[Melee tournaments, regardless of outcome, pretty much could be guaranteed to have injuries, even minor ones. Keith's stubbornness had pushed him through quite a bit before he finally made use of the medic tent during some down time. He was limping slightly on his left leg, and was supporting his right shoulder with his left hand when he came in. No visible bleeding, but he was covered in a fully intact suit of space armor, so there was that. He sort of just... plopped himself down in the triage area to wait his turn... only looking up when someone came towards him.

He managed a weak and rather sheepish smile. If the large scar on his cheek was any indication, Keith was a fighter. Resisting a tournament was going to be hard...]